What a difference a day makes

The last blog post was delayed due to Monday rolling by and me discovering I had no job to go to London with. After a period of coming up with alternative solutions and realising I had no option but to get whatever I could from Ladbrokes and scavenge for other jobs while I was down there I had come to terms with the situation. I had been nigh promised a job in the center of London and upon pointing out I was due to put a considerable amount of money into a flat I was going to view was told again, yeah you’ll have a 30 hour job in this area. The rage and momentary despair of being told that on the phone, throughout all of this I’ve worked so hard at getting everything right. Getting every piece of the puzzle in place so that I wouldn’t stumble, and one of those pieces had just got wet and disintegrated to nothing in front of me. I was given a number of another person who might have a job in London for me, but given how long I’d waited to get to where I was it seemed unlikely something would come from that and indeed ringing the number the person was on holiday (Everyone seems to go on holiday in Ladbrokes when I need them). I tried ringing about the head office job I’d been chasing for ages and once again nobody picked up the phone, this is THE head of recruitment for Ladbrokes not answering his internal phone for 2 weeks running. Madness

So my Monday consists of coming up with options available to me and working out what timescale I have to work with here, I know my flats paid off until August 7th and I had a guaranteed income in July that meant I could put £700 aside into savings meaning I was actually ok until September before the money ran out. This would give me some leeway (Had to Google spell check that) in sorting something out but would put the pressure on as there would be no free Oyster card to keep me supported meaning I’d have to do more hours or get paid better. In reality I had 3 options:

  • Stay in Whitehaven until something became available – This would have been too expensive, having to pay for the flat and rent and general upkeep up here would have meant I needed more hours and my monopoly on overtime in the West Cumbrian Ladbrokes looks to have been coming to an end anyhow
  • Demand Ladbrokes give me a free Oyster card on a lower contract that its strictly allowed and get a second job – Hardly ideal, I’d have to juggle 2 jobs until Ladbrokes could offer me anything that was worthwhile and the likelihood of convincing them to give me the Oyster card was slim to none. Leaving me with the alternative of…
  • Quit Ladbrokes immediately and move to London now – Working out my final shifts at Ladbrokes would only give me about £50, for the sake of £50 I could have an extra week looking for a job in London. Due to me timing my move to guarantee I would have a complete pay packet to enjoy at London it meant I wouldn’t lose out on much

Quitting Ladbrokes may seem extreme, but I couldn’t afford to be on a shitty contract and still have to pay for travel. I didn’t tell anyone, but it was a very real prospect if I couldn’t get an Oyster card

Thankfully, this tale ends more positively and with less of a disappearance from Whitehaven from me. Tuesday came by and after being told there was a staff shortage in the shops around where I’m to live in London I knew there was something for me, it wasn’t the shops I wanted to work in. They were the shops I was concerned about coming to London to in the first place, but a job is a job. Unfortunately I could only get the relevant area managers answer machine when I rang so I left a message and got on with my day. 5 minutes later the phone rang. “Ahh its her!” I thought, picking it up and faltering my way through the typical Ladbrokes phone answering your meant to give. It was the area manager who had let me down on the job the day before. A deputy manager had just reduced his contract right down opening up a position, around the corner from the Trafalgar Square shop in the Charing Cross one. A 30 hour cashier job looking to train up and progress onto a deputy manager in due course (A 36 hour position, not to mention a pay rise in the best weighted part of London). Although reluctant to accept the job based on previous experience, you cannot turn down something like that. Its ideal

Fate sought to teach me a lesson, don’t trust anyone and when you think its getting awfully late to be told a job is yours your probably right. But as has happened many times over the course of recent years, things have fallen into place and my path has became apparent to me. I’m moving to a steady job in a quiet shop in London on better money than I’m currently on with a better job on the horizon and cheap but good accommodation. This is the start I wanted, it’s the start I’ve planned for, and its also reminded me of how “normal” everything is

We as humans, as people, get excited over some pretty arbitrary things. I used to get really excited over a game I really wanted coming out, I would spend a fortune on magazines reading up about the game only to eventually realise I’d spent more reading up about the game than on the actual game when it came out. So I taught myself to not get as excited about something so as to save me money and to speed up the game coming out, obviously when you’re looking forward to something it seems to take ages to come around. This worked well, and I applied this logic to a whole host of other situations. Meeting people, going places, etc. The notion of “I can’t wait” didn’t truly apply to me, I could wait. And theoretically I would wait less because I just got on with things and didn’t let myself get overwhelmed by whatever was upcoming. London has not been a good example of this mentality, I have been excited, I’ve put so much work into it all and making it a possibility in such a short space of time that I’ve had no option but to get worked up about it. So a week before I’m due to move and the carpet was pulled beneath my feet and excitement turned to panic, then suddenly all was right again and then to further add to it my manager to be rang up and gave me my rota like it was nothing. In the space of a couple of days I went from top of the world to the bottom only to have my situation disregarded by somebody else who had no idea of what I’d been through with the most normal exchange you could have. As far as other people are concerned outside of my circle of friends and family, what I’m doing is nothing. I’m just another person doing other person things. The value of what I’m doing and what I’ve done is only bestowed upon it by myself. One person taking a step is just an every day thing, but a man whose been told he would never walk again talking a solitary step is a landmark event. If nobody knew his true story then that is but any other step

My London move to everyone in London is just another step. I chuckled yesterday at the lack of fanfare or fireworks at everything becoming complete. But its true, I was really disappointed at how normal it all was. Maybe gaming has broke me, in games completing a task or achieving something is celebrated with lights and noise and attention grabbing effects! In WoW, there a loud noise and a golden glow engulfs you. A 360 game you’ll get a ding and a symbol telling you how awesome what you just did is. In real life, generally speaking, theres no recognition that you just did a good thing. Theres a separate discussion about charity here, if I donate to charity I don’t want a sticker to show I’ve put a pound in that mans box over there. But other people take that sticker and wear it with pride, wanting to be recognised for what they’ve just done. Seeing someone with a charity sticker on their lapelle does not mean I would instantly go looking for where somebody got that from so I could go donate and get one too. Stickers are the equivalent of gaming achievements , or arguably even gaming buffs. At the cost of losing £1 you can be buffed for the day with a feeling of doing good

I’m clearly digressing here so I’m going to stop, but at least I ended this giving people food for thought

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